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Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
The Room That Never Slept. AI-Generated.
It started as a dare. They always do. Nadia was the kind of person who never turned down a challenge. Her friends knew it too well, which is why, on that cold October night, she found herself standing at the entrance of an abandoned boarding house on the edge of town. Its broken windows stared like hollow eyes, and the crooked door swayed in the wind as if it were breathing.
By hazha azeez5 months ago in Horror
I See You
I never thought my phone could betray me. Not like this. It started on a Tuesday, which I know sounds random, but Tuesdays are the worst. I was scrolling through my group chat, nothing special, just memes and people complaining about work. Then I noticed a notification from an app I didn’t remember downloading. It just said, “I see you.”
By Saba Writes5 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Key of Blackwood Manor
The telegram had an old-fashioned feel, with thick cream paper and black ink that ran through it. It was the sort of thing I would have found amusing if it had been delivered today. It conveyed in three sentences that my great-aunt Helena had passed away and had left Blackwood Manor to me. The envelope was secured with a key, an old-fashioned iron piece tied up with black thread. According to the courier, the house had been waiting....
By Osman Ahmed5 months ago in Horror
Ssshhhh…Koi Hai – Episode: The Black Cat
On the outskirts of a sleepy town stood an old mansion, abandoned for decades, with peeling paint, shattered windows, and a garden overtaken by weeds. Locals whispered tales of its haunted past—strange cries at night, sudden cold drafts in the air, and a shadowy figure glimpsed through the broken windows. No one dared to enter, except for Ravi, a young journalist always eager for a chilling story.
By Hakeem Khan 5 months ago in Horror
The Whispers Beneath the Floorboards. AI-Generated.
There’s a moment just before sleep when the mind begins to drift, hovering between the real and the imagined. For Elara, that moment had become the most terrifying part of her day. Because that was when she heard them—the whispers beneath the floorboards.
By hazha azeez5 months ago in Horror
The Last Broadcast
The Last Broadcast by israr khan On the outskirts of a forgotten town, there stood a rusted radio tower, black against the blood-red sky. It hadn’t transmitted anything in decades — or so people thought. The locals called it “The Devil’s Antenna.” Kids dared each other to touch it, but none stayed near it after dark. Not since the incident in 1982.
By Israr khan5 months ago in Horror
The Gravity Well. Content Warning.
The first sign was the birds. Elara noticed it one still morning in late September, sipping lukewarm coffee on the back porch. The sky was a faultless blue, but the starlings weren’t flying in their usual chaotic murmurations. Instead, they swirled in a tight, silent, clockwise circle over the far north forty, a living vortex against the dawn. It was beautiful, and it was wrong. She mentioned it to her husband, Thom, over eggs. He’d shrugged, chewing. “Weird wind current. Maybe a thermal.”
By Danyal Hashmi5 months ago in Horror
